Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
the Association,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.